.Four-thirty A. M., July 28,
In the middle of a storm, never touching the brake,
I drove like a bat outta hell,
Down that lonely ol' four-lane.
With the bright lights of Houston just fadin' behind,
My tires tearin' up the road t'ward the state-line.
I was leavin' the grea.
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